Chapter 61

Draven’s POV

Thea burst into tears the moment I crossed the threshold. Her confession confirmed my worst fears. Whoever had tried to kill her wasn’t from our pack—I was certain of that—but there were still unanswered questions about Rowan’s death and the witch responsible for it. Could that same witch have come after Thea? Or perhaps the Alpha of Thea’s former pack had tracked her here.

“Draven, I know someone doesn’t want me to help you break the curse,” she blurted, her voice trembling and her brows knitting together in distress. What did she mean by that?

“What do you mean?” I asked, stepping closer.

“There’s no other reason someone would try to murder me,” she said, staring at me. “Whoever it was doesn’t want the curse lifted. They don’t want me officially mated to you, bearing your mark.” Her words were low, almost a whisper, but the accusation echoed in the room.

With every mention of “someone,” I felt as if she had a name in her mind. Some